The friendship war

Andrew Clements, 1949-

Book - 2019

When Grace takes boxes of old buttons from a building her grandfather bought, she starts a fad at school that draws her closer to one friend, but further from another.

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Fiction
Published
New York : Random House [2019]
Language
English
Main Author
Andrew Clements, 1949- (author)
Edition
First edition
Physical Description
173 pages ; 22 cm
ISBN
9780399557590
9780399557620
9780399557606
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Review by Booklist Review

A girl accidentally starts a school fad, causing a rift with her best friend, in this latest novel from Clements. Grace loves collecting interesting things, so when she visits an old mill with her grandfather, she becomes the proud owner of boxes and boxes of vintage buttons. The buttons are a hit at school, and when Grace's classmates start bringing their own buttons to trade, a button craze is born. Grace likes the fad, especially since it leads to a new friendship with smart, inquisitive Hank. But it also causes a feud with her best friend Ellie, who can't stand that Grace can out-trade her for the best buttons. Grace must deal with button fever and fix her friendship. The funny, science-loving Grace is an endearing narrator just the right person to document the strange but creative ways her classmates' button obsession flourishes. The buttons could stand in for any number of middle-school fads, but they carry the extra poignancy of forgotten objects given new life. A fun, charming story about fads and the friendships that outlast them.--Mariko Turk Copyright 2018 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

In the latest on-point school story by Clements (The Losers Club), compulsive collector Grace is thrilled when her grandfather says she can keep the 27 boxes of buttons she discovers in his old mill. But after she shares some of the cache with her classmates, the show-and-tell spirals out of control, and kids schoolwide become obsessed with collecting and trading buttons. A math and science whiz, Grace becomes fixated on "collecting data" by counting the buttons on all her schoolmates' clothing, and eventually comes to the obvious conclusion that she and her peers have contracted "button fever." Though painstaking details of button swapping weigh down the narrative, Clements uses the over-the-top fad as a conduit to explore more substantial themes, including Grace's conflicted feelings about her superficial, know-it-all best friend; her deepening friendship with an insightful boy; and her affecting bond with her grandfather, who, like her, is mourning his wife's death. Regretting the frenzy she instigated, Grace applies the theory of supply and demand in a bold move to end it, precipitating a rewarding finale that underscores the value of friends and family-and wryly reveals the limitations of the scientific method. Ages 8-12. Agent: Amy Berkower, Writers House. (Jan.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

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Review by School Library Journal Review

Gr 3-6-Grace is a compulsive collector who thrives on collecting just about anything. She is over the moon when her grandfather says she can keep 27 boxes of buttons that they find in an old building that he just purchased. Grace adds these boxes to the myriad random objects and junk that she already has stored in her overflowing bedroom. When she takes some of the buttons to school, collecting buttons becomes a schoolwide frenzy. This causes Grace to become fixated on collecting data by counting the buttons she sees all around her, including the ones on her schoolmates' clothing. The button fever fascinates Grace, but she eventually comes to the conclusion that it has to end. Grace also has to deal with the feelings she begins to have for her bossy, superficial friend. Clements portrays elementary students in a clear light, especially in how quickly they can get swept up in the latest fad. The never-ending details of button swapping, however, become tiresome. -VERDICT Hand to devoted Clements fans; a secondary purchase for smaller -collections.-Amy Caldera, Dripping Springs Middle School, Dripping Springs, TX © Copyright 2019. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Horn Book Review

You know this novel was once upon a time going to be called The Button War, but was beaten to it by a very different novel from Avi (rev. 9/18). But a button war is exactly what ensues when sixth grader Grace acquires boxes and boxes (and boxes) of old buttons courtesy of her grandfather, restoring an old factory building. At first, of course, its all fun and games as Graces classmates create a burgeoning economy in buttons, whether acquired from Grace or brought from home, with trading becoming sophisticated and subject to perceived rarity andeven in the course of a week!?shifting tastes. Things get ugly for Grace when she manages to snare a particularly attractive button her bossy best friend wants for herself, in a scene that is not only a model of friendship dynamics but of how wars get started: But right now the main fact is, I have the pinwheel button clamped in my fist. And I am not giving it up. Clements knows the appeal of projects, digging into the details of how it all would work with his characters serving as extra-bright and extra-sympathetic lab rats, responding to stimuli and refining their approaches. And hes not afraid to engage his characters in abstract thinking, whether its about the law of supply and demand or the question of life after death, a chat about which Grace and her mother have one morning on the drive to schoolyou know, as one does. roger Sutton January/February 2019 p 87(c) Copyright 2018. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

Clements draws on his memory of classroom fads for this newest exploration of sixth-grade politics.Grace likes to collect things. When her grandfather takes her around the old New England mill he's bought, she decides to add the dozens of boxes of buttons she finds there to her already-cluttered room. "I have a theory about why I collect so many things," Grace adds intriguingly, but this motivation is never satisfyingly revealed. Described as "pretty," she prefers scientific observation to trips to the mall and is slowly realizing the ways that her best friend, Ellie, who's also "pretty," makes her feel inadequate and unsupported. When Grace brings a handful of buttons to school as part of a social studies unit on the Industrial Revolution, other kids become inexplicably fascinated by them, and soon their school is overcome by a button craze reminiscent of the 17th-century Dutch tulip bubble or, more recently, Pogs. As trading and hoarding reach a fever pitch, Grace tries to navigate the destruction of one friendship, the start of another, and her own place in the middle school hierarchy. The button craze keeps the story tripping along, but somewhat broad characterizations and relatively low stakesnot to mention a perfectly neat endingdo not. Grace goes to an Illinois school where no one is identified racially, but all faces on the cover present white.A readable but essentially inconsequential addition to Clements' oeuvre. (Fiction. 8-12) Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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Flying from Chicago to Boston by myself hasn't been as big a deal as my dad said it was going to be. But nothing ever is. The second I turn on my phone, it dings with three texts from him:       12:46   Text me as soon as you land.   12:48   Your plane should have landed by now.   12:50   Are you all right?   So I text him right away:   All good, just landed. Love from Boston!   Dad worries. He calls it planning, but it's worry.   Mom worries less because she knows I don't do dumb stuff---not on purpose. My brother, Ben, knows that, too. Actually, Ben understands me pretty well. I understand him totally, which isn't that hard. He's fifteen, and he mostly thinks about two things: girls and music.   Ben's music isn't rock or jazz or rap. It's marching band. Which makes his girlfriend-hunt tougher than it needs to be. At least, that's my theory. It's the whole marching--with-- a--clarinet--while--wearing--a--cowboy--hat thing. However, if it hadn't been for Ben's August band camp, the entire family might be here on the plane with me, and I wouldn't be getting to spend time alone with Grampa.   So, hooray for marching band!   And if Dad had been a little less worried, then he and Mom probably wouldn't have gotten me my own iPhone a couple of weeks ago.   So, hooray for dads who worry!   Grampa's waiting right at the end of the walkway from the plane, just like Dad told him to.   "Hey, Grace! Welcome to Boston!"   "Hi, Grampa! You look great!"   I'm not saying that to be polite or something.   When we all came to Massachusetts last summer, it was for Gramma's funeral, and back then Grampa seemed way too thin. And old.   He looks much better now, and when we hug, I can tell he's not so skinny anymore.   The flight attendant in charge of me looks at Grampa's driver's license. After he signs a form, we're on the move, me with my backpack and him pulling my suitcase.   "Anything at baggage claim?"   "Nope."   "Good. So we're headed for Central Parking . . . unless you're hungry."   "Dad loaded me up with tons of food. I could survive on the leftovers for weeks."   "That's my son--in--law the Eagle Scout---'Once an Eagle, always an Eagle!' " Then he says, "Hey, did you see that link I sent you about how they're making jet fuel out of vegetable oil?"   "Yeah, I loved that!"   Of all the people in the world, I think Grampa understands me best. He's a real estate agent, but he likes math and science almost as much as I do. Last week we swapped texts while we watched an episode of Nova, and for years he's been emailing me links to news he finds online---like the article about robots that can travel through space, and they can keep building new copies of themselves, and they do that for thousands of years until the whole galaxy gets explored!   Except . . . I can't prove that Grampa is really into the science stuff. He might be making himself like it because he knows that I like it.   Either way, it's pretty great.   At the car, Grampa loads my gear into the trunk.   "How about you lean back and take a nap. When we get to Burnham, I'll wake you up for some ice cream. And I've got a surprise for you, too."   "A surprise? What?"   "Not telling."   "Well . . . can the surprise come first, before the ice cream?"   That gets a chuckle. "Excellent idea."   It's so good to hear Grampa laugh!   We get going, but I don't want to sleep. I want to stay awake and talk.   Especially about Gramma.   Except it might be too soon for him to talk about her. It's still kind of soon for me, too. During third and fourth grades I called her a couple of times every week, and she just let me talk and talk. I could call her about anything, or about nothing. And if I ran out of stuff to say, she always had something new to tell me, especially about her garden and all the plants and insects and animals. If Gramma hadn't been so great at describing every little thing she loved, no way would I have gotten into science like I have.   Anyway, I know we both miss her. Which must be a lot different for Grampa than it is for me. He knew her for so much longer. Compared to him, maybe I hardly knew her at all.   It'd be nice to talk, but I got up at five--thirty this morning and I stayed awake to watch a movie on the plane. Once we reach the highway, the humming tires wipe me out. Excerpted from The Friendship War by Andrew Clements All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.